[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses":3,"chapter-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-117":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","A Knight Who Eternally Regresses",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},427892,689,"Chapter 117","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-117",117,"\u003Cp>From the beginning, escape was never an option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if fleeing was the only answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘There’s nowhere to go.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above all, a path forward was visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he turn back, leaving that path behind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A signpost stood before Encrid, asking:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can you scale the wall without a right hand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you lose your teeth, you chew with your gums, as they say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some village headman had once said that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had no sword, he would take up a spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had no weapon, he would fight with his fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had no arms, he would bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had no legs, he would walk on his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So then.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What remains if the right hand is gone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness, abyss, fear, pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These are what always gripped Encrid whenever death approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, even in such darkness, Encrid always saw the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed like someone was saying that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if pushing himself to the worst situations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt even more so when he said it himself, but in reality, it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was that? He didn’t know. Encrid also knew the difference between himself and others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he not?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw fellow mercenaries he used to eat with, one by one, retire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among other things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t do it. With so many monster-like bastards around, what’s the point of swordplay? It’s madness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen people collapse, envious of others’ talents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid was envious of such talents too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just being envious wouldn’t change anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t let any day go by idly, rain or snow, he had to swing his sword even once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the only way Encrid knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he did it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it hard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t as if he was swimming through a sea of despair every day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just something that had to be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he just did it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same with death. Knowing that he just had to endure, he endured. That was all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed like he should try various things. He had learned from the repeated days before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That there’s more than one path.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three paths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could use everything that blocked him to repeat ‘today’, he would do so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that desperation alone wasn’t the answer as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good morning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could start the morning with a smile and a greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther stared at Encrid with tired eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of person is this, greeting so brightly in the morning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That seemed to be what Esther’s eyes were saying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sleep more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid pushed Esther back into the blanket he had been lying in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually, Esther would have squirmed, but today she quietly rolled back in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After tucking Esther under the blanket, Encrid went outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath and began to loosen up with the Isolation Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As always, loosening up his body made his mind sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the body is strong, the mind is also strong, brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Audin said this, Encrid thought it was nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, he could somewhat understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how it actually turned out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he trained his body, the clearer his mind became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he sweated, the clearer his thoughts were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wrist with the splint hadn’t broken. It had been broken when he overexerted himself just before dying, but it had returned to its original state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the things he had trained for, the muscle building, the skills he had ingrained in his body, remained even if today was repeated. But injuries did not heal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Injuries stayed with the body, and recovery required moving beyond today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, it was impossible to expect the right wrist to heal and climb the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Relax the shoulders.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Widen the view, sometimes deepening it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Continue thinking and search for the best path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then proceed on the path found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What should the first step be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What else?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Continue what he was doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same thing he did every day, the thing he repeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he did before dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Training and conditioning. The only difference was doing it with the left hand instead of the injured right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before you watch, tie this for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before starting, Vengeance, who had been watching from the side, approached as Encrid spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Am I your servant? You’re asking me to do this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance grumbled but tightened the grip’s cord when Encrid handed him the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt infuriating to see this guy lose his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same feeling came when Esther was in trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the moment he saw those lake-like eyes and the black panther fly away, something like anger surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had to describe that feeling, it would be ‘damn’ or ‘hell’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What did I do to make them want to die instead of me?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bitter feeling still lingered. Images of Vengeance’s severed head and Esther being knocked down floated in his mind like afterimages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why is Esther so low on energy today?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was that panther usually like?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was fierce. A beast that clawed and bit soldiers’ shins and took lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Underestimating it because of its size was dangerous, it could swiftly climb up to the neck and bite through the throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, did it go down so easily?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It did seem low on energy.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In any case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were risking their lives for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, Encrid decided to do the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To put his life on the line and swing his sword. If he could put his heart into training, he would do so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really are crazy. You should rest when it’s time to rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance said, handing the sword back to Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid took it with his left hand and replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorry about Jenny.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Did you know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance ruffled his hair once and then spoke bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know it’s not your fault.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy really is unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mood swings are intense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He got so angry when he didn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid patted Vengeance on the shoulder with his injured hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s probably a woman who doesn’t care to see your face somewhere on this continent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…You bastard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Vengeance’s twisted face made Encrid feel a bit lighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, this is the feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could understand Rem’s attitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t tease and harass people for no reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance grumbled as he stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid stood, gripping his sword. The tip, held in his left hand, pointed diagonally towards the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had he experienced in the repeated days, in the deaths of today?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pondered the past, reinforced his basics, and immersed himself. He delved into his own world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was exhilarating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A different kind of joy from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of thrill that comes from being utterly absorbed in something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, clearing his mind of the lingering afterimages from his banter with Vengeance, Encrid immersed himself completely in his world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He relived the experiences of the past days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He repeated and reflected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the leather strap wrapped around the grip did not snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The beginning is the footwork.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless swordsmanship instructors have come and gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reflecting on their teachings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The basics. Standing before walking, crawling before standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning to fundamentals. These are things to learn before delving into advanced techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The repetitive training to make the sword move as desired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid did just that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish! Hum, swoosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the dull sounds, sharp noises occasionally mixed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung the sword numerous times, losing track of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beeeep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long-toned whistle sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance, who had been absentmindedly watching, was the first to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted, turning around, and Encrid also came out of his immersed state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nyaa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther, sensing the change in the surrounding atmosphere, came out of the tent and stood beside Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid touched Esther’s head with his fingertip and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t get involved today. You’re tired.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s with this guy? Esther naturally wondered. It seemed like he knew she was exhausted today. Did he notice her attempt to relieve her fatigue yesterday?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just knew from the repeated experiences of today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leader!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais shouted as he ran towards them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid briefly planted the sword’s tip into the ground and pondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he switch to holding it with his right hand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would that make a difference?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Injuries don’t heal. If he dies, he just goes back to the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He uses his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already concluded that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no dilemma. Encrid was not the type to deeply ponder and agonize over things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s no option to be trapped in today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s no option to run away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he just has to find what he can do and do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted the sword from the ground, knocking away some pebbles, and pointed it forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…When I return, I should make an offering at the temple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch Hurrier, appearing as he stepped on the gravel, said this. His hair was soaked, and he held a sword in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a refined stance and sharp eyes, he was clearly different from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you talking about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance, standing nearby, growled as he pointed his spear. Next to him, Esther actually growled, letting out a beastly roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep, resonant growl that spread from deep within her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the kind of sound that would make a cowardly person’s knees tremble, yet Mitch Hurrier’s steps showed no hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He steadily closed the distance, unperturbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Encrid stepped forward, Krais shouted urgently from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leader, your wrist!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais, with his large eyes, seemed visibly shocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enemies had suddenly attacked, and their allies were falling left and right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams and shouts filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! Stop them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clanging of metal resounded all around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch Hurrier’s steps halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid responded to Krais, “My left hand is fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of crazy talk is that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais widened his already large eyes, unable to comprehend the leader’s nonsensical words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like complete nonsense to everyone present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, despite his words, Encrid’s spirit was unwavering, matching his opponent’s intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy’s aura pressed down on the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance felt himself shrinking under the weight of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This must be what it means to be overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Esther felt the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais, too, was keenly aware of the danger, knowing there was no help to be had from the surrounding soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood they were in a life-or-death situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, even amidst this pressure, why did Encrid’s back seem so imposing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood there, in front, showing his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those few facts seemed to push back against the oppressive force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit meeting spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, it seemed like something visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silent exchange of glances occurred between Mitch Hurrier and Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hoped to meet you again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You must have opened your eyes thanks to me, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At those words, Mitch’s brow furrowed slightly. Shaking the opponent’s resolve with words was a fundamental tactic of the Valen Mercenary Sword Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid waved his injured right hand as if to make a point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch reflexively moved his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using words to startle him and the motion of his right hand to deceive him again, Encrid then thrust the sword in his left hand from below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Valen Mercenary Sword Technique’s dual-wielding thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The left-handed thrust wasn’t perfect. It didn’t fully satisfy him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only been using his left hand for about two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clumsy thrust was one thing, but more importantly, Mitch Hurrier’s skills had noticeably improved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In some ways, it was almost as if he had been repeating the day like Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He deflected the upward thrust with his own sword and moved his left foot forward in one smooth motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch’s sword traced a graceful arc as it slashed across Encrid’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid reflexively stepped back, and his leather armor absorbed the blow from Mitch’s sword once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was its limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From behind, Esther tried to leap in again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You crazy bastard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance shouted angrily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leader!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krais called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch Hurrier remained unfazed by anything around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued his actions, regardless of the commotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if anticipating Encrid’s retreat, he switched the positions of his feet, stepping forward and thrusting his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thrust!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your right hand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch asked as he thrust. Encrid showed his right hand, splinted and injured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Encrid tried to respond, crimson blood spilled from his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just unlucky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade was withdrawn. A person with a split heart cannot survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Krais shouted something, and Vengeance and Esther lunged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite everything, why did they keep attacking?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After such events, Encrid encountered the abyss of darkness with pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death came again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he opened his eyes, he repeated his left-hand training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some days, he quietly focused on training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other days,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jenny had a keen eye for things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…I’ll kill you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would tease Vengeance for no reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He repeated today about ten times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You hurt your right hand!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An agitated Krais shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I still have my left hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you talking about, seriously!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he tried to mix in the Valen Mercenary Sword Technique, it didn’t work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, next, he mixed in wrestling techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He threw the last whistling knife before drawing his sword, pretending to close the distance, and then tripped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mitch countered by bending his knees and lowering his center of gravity, resisting Encrid’s attempt to trip him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where do you think you’re going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next came the task of swinging the sword again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he couldn’t last a single exchange, but after about thirty attempts, he began to endure two, three exchanges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the forty-second day, for the first time, an unexpected change occurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s have a sparring match.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance, who had been watching, suddenly requested a duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the sweat dripping down his forehead, Encrid tilted his head in curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who else would it be?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid nodded. It was almost a habit, he never refused a duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, Vengeance wouldn’t have been a match for Encrid, but now Encrid was using his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No holding back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance said, pointing his spear forward with a fairly fierce stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid tapped the spear’s blade with his sword as a gesture of greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The duel had begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[T\u002FL: Please support me AND read further chapters here: \u002Frevengerscans.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Additional Info: If anyone is facing the issue of payment on Ko-Fi, please contact me on ]\u003C\u002Fp>",2414,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","48b790cf996855438ac8f720958567c46c3999b8be44333a1cd9dad78fe3abfd","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-118","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-116",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]